An actual text from Sunbeam:
Moonlight just dropped a live mouse in front of me. I do not like mice for presents!!
DaMomma’s Reply:
Aw! Dinner! Fresh! Such a good boy! He loves him some Sunbeam!
Sunbeam:
Ya. And he is still playing with it. I am hiding with the door shut in the girl’s room.
Cute Husband and I find no sign of Moonlight or the Corpse when we get home. In the morning, the girls trot down to get themselves some Cheerios, and we hear this:
“Renny, look out for the mouse on the carpet.”
“Oh, dat yucky. MOOMITE! Don’t leave dat on da floor! It yucky!”
“He doesn’t know it’s yucky, Ren, he left us the mouse as a gift. He thinks he’s being nice. Watch out for that piece there. Oh, and the head is over here. Be careful. DADDY THERE’S YUCKY DEAD MOUSE EVERYWHERE.”
And then it hits me. The walls were strangely silent last night.
The little shit finally earned his keep.
My cat used to leave me “gifts” in.my.slippers. I finally learned (the hard way)not to just stuff my feet into them without checking first.
Hooray for the demise of the beast!!
ROTF! Maybe that’s Moonlight’s contribution to preparing for Eden? What a sweet kitty!
Yeah, and now we know what not to get Sunbeam for graduation. Poor kid. She’s listened to more wildlife die in our employ than she ever expected to in her young life.
Laughing (and cheering!) out loud! Yay, MOOMITE!
Our gifts were chewed up tiny nude colored lizards. Mia (our obese cat) would just hold it down with one paw and torture it with her mouth. So maybe it wasn’t so much about giving a gift to us as much as sick pleasure for herself.
I like how Moonlight preps the mouse for you by removing various body parts.
Our cat Alice loves to catch birds. Especially since my neighbor LOVES birds as well — he has about 15 birdhouses on poles in his background. Come summer, when the air is thick with grackles (big birds for a little cat), Alice gets fat with them.
Oftentimes, though, Dallas is a little hot for her. So when it comes to be that the temperatures reach above about 105, 110….she brings her birds inside the ac’d house to play with them before she feasts. More often than not — under my bed. I have since learned to keep my door shut!
AWSOME!
Glad the beast is out of your wall. I hate mice, and they terrify me.
I don’t comment often but I read a lot. (Yep, definitely a lurker.) However I will add my Yay! to the group because I feel your pain about hearing things in the walls and it is so nice to have it stopped!
Awesome!
Well, not the carnage.
But a lovely baby gift, no?
Good for Moomite! My cat, Bandit, used to lie in the side yard and LEAP straight up in the air to catch bats, of all things. She adored my father, who was the one member of the family not too enamored of cats. One night, he rolled over in bed, and heard CRUNCH. Yup, she’d deposited a dead bat gift *in the bed* beside him. When he leaped out of bed, totally grossed out, his heel hit the second gift, which was waiting on the little rug beside the bed. He slipped and fell, landing directly on the second bat.
I recall learning many new and colorful words that night, as I leaned all my weight (and my desk chair) against my bedroom door, pleading “No, Daddy, don’t kill Bandit! She was giving you GIFTS!”
(He wouldn’t really have killed her.)
(I hope.)
My cat brings me gifts too. I sometimes think he is sending me signals with the way he positions the pieces. One day it was two feet with a tail perfectly lined up between them. Sometime it’s little heads looking up at the door. We have learned to look down before stepping outside!
Well, I mean, after the rude voicemail he left you the other day I’m glad that there was a positive(?) end to the beast in the walls!
Awwww! I miss my cat. He used to bring me all sorts of presents! LAst summer left us a big fat squirrel right outside the front door. My 4 yr old stepped on it with bare feet. Good old Bela. I miss him.
Sorry to respond to your twitter here, but: Right about what? What should Jon Stewart be right about?
One of the best dog photos we have is of Jasper stading at the back screen door with the dead squirrel in his mouth: “I brought dinner!” What a good dog…
LOL – brought back some memories of my old cat.
We lived on the edge of the state forest, so she had lots of fun. After six months or so, she finally figured out we were too dumb (or ungrateful) to eat the gifts she was bringin us (lined up neatly in rows outside the back door). So she started eating them herself – but continued to leave the entrails, lined up in neat little rows outside the back door, so we’d know she had done her job.
Too funny.
How many times can your firstborn utter the phrase, “Oh, and the head is over here” and have it be a source of relief?
“Oh, and the head is over here.”
I laughed so hard I could hardly see the screen after that one. Thankfully, our cats are of the indoor sort and only bring catnip mice as gifts.